It was the light to curse us
the light that many
call salvation
and our curse
it was our fortune
our strength
arcane snake
harvester of confusion
teacher of lie
Lord of the pain

The king of the purification
master the throne
we, creators of dismay
we'll be his militia

The shining star
murmurs chrysalises of attractiveness
the flesh will stagger
between fire and pain

The rottenness of the purity
nauseate me

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